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Post by Devilstar on Nov 3, 2009 21:36:28 GMT -5
“My father left my mother when she told him she was having kits. She died when I was born, Rosepetal lost her mate in the fire. She raised me.”
Devilstar listened with an attentive ear as she related her life story to him, feeling sympathy well in his chest. However, it was easy for him to see that she was the sort of cat that did not respond well to pity, and his respect for her grew a little bit more.
He may miss his family, but he had his memories of them to satisfy his longing for them. The image of Morningpaw scraping her paw against the ground to draw a picture; listening to his mother tenderly rebuke him for sneaking off; watching as his father ‘sneakily’ slink up to his mother before tackling her and pinning her; listening to his mother put up a fight against being pinned before gently touching noses with Twilightsong; those memories would stay with him for life.
Paintedsoul didn’t even have adequate memories of her biological family to think on fondly.
So distracted was he by the troublesome thoughts in his mind, he barely even noticed when Paintedsoul spoke again. It was only the heavy weight of her sharp eyes resting on him that allowed him to realize she had asked him something.
“How about anything else?”
He cocked his head to the side, allowing a dark, triangular ear to flick in her direction. “Not really,” he answered truthfully, rolling his shoulders in a hopefully casual shrug. He didn’t add on that just being in Paintedsoul’s presence helped him feel calmer; more composed.
He welcomed the sensation.
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Post by Helica on Nov 12, 2009 22:40:00 GMT -5
Paintedsoul knew he was wasn't listening to her, truly she didn't mind. Simply being with Devilstar made the world pause and rest on those single heartbeats. She flicked her ear almost thinking she heard his heartbeat, matching her own. She watched him go back in his own memory, about his mother, sister and over all his father. Paintedsoul never knew her father he was a loner nothing of much importance to her, but to her mother he must have been everything. Wicked was his name Rosepetel said so, to Paintedsoul he was a wicked tom. Leaving her other to rot alone in a Clan where she pretended to love another tom. Facing the hardships of almost being burned, he didn't seem to care, but her mother did. Every night she called out for him every night Rosepetel would ask some to bring poppy seed to calm her. Paintedsoul was tainted, her mother driven to madness looking for Wicked, that tom that twisted her heart out.
When she passed her last word were Tell my daughter of her father Sunsoul didn't ask to be talked about to her daughter. No! She wanted the tom that caused her so much heart ache to be the memory of her parent. Rosepetel simply didn't talk about Wicked for two reason. She didn't like what he did to Sunsoul and because he wasn't a Clan tom, he wasn't worth any breath.
Paintedsoul couldn't help but picture, Devilstar and his family how happy they must of been. That simple fact of never having anyone to lean on, no one to call her own flesh and blood. Rosepetel was everything to Paintedsoul, but she was gone. Devilstar had memories of his parent's love, she didn't. He had siblings to call his own, she didn't. Paintedsoul was never full accepted as a MistClan cat, her blood bounded her to FlareClan. Devilstar was the leader of MistClan his title handed down a long line of leaders. Paintedsoul was the mix of a FlareClan love-sick she-cat and a heartless loner who's name matched his persona. Devilstar had everything, she had nothing no fond memories. Only stories some she didn't even believe, some that were to heart-warming to be true.
Paintedsoul remained composed she wasn't going to let his small mind-battle ruin the moment she shared to Devilstar. She didn't love him, no she was far from that but she did like him. He was more then a friend he was more then a leader. She wanted that relationship she wanted to be called his mate. She wanted to know what it was like for Rosepetel to fall in love, she wanted to try and picture how her mother's love life should have been. She would give her own tail just to feel that, just to picture them together-more then friends.
"Not Really"
His voice brought her back, she nodded and stood up shaking just a tad of soft mud from her fur. "Well then Devilstar I guess I can go hunting want to join me?" She asked with a flicker of a smile and her old-self returning that constant spark.
[/size] word count: 568 Cat: Paintedsoul Muse Level: 8/10 Notes/Comment: Could they become a couple?[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote]
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